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quibbs126 · 2 years

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More sketches from the past two days

So first I just wanted to draw Flora in that outfit she has during the credits of Curious Village, because personally I really like it, and I feel like it makes her look more similar to Luke and Layton’s type of clothing. Not sure if I would have preferred this outfit over the one we got, because I still like that one, but still

Next, I just wanted to draw something funny with Descole. I know DS games should be too modern for this world, but I swear I’ve seen some art where Luke has a DS, and I just think it would be funny if the one thing from modern times this series has is just. The DS. So yeah. For context, the game Descole is supposed to be playing is Pokémon Ranger: Guardian Signs. In it there’s a character called Leanne, who’s an archaeologist studying the ancient history of Oblivia, but also she’s married to Oblivia’s Area Ranger Rand, and has a daughter named Nema, and they all live happily. I feel like Descole would end up drawing parallels to his own family and get kind of jealous he can’t live that happy life Leanne is

Next, I was looking for some poses to draw in my photos, and I came across the one with three people, and initially I was going to draw it with Des and his old crew, but then I thought the pose would also work with the prequel trio, and I thought maybe I should do that instead. But I still wanted to draw the Des trio, so I just ended up making two different versions, as you can see here. I feel like Luke ended up looking a bit weird here

Oh yeah, and for context as to who the kid in the middle of the Des trio is, that would be Kyle Azan, or as he’s originally known at this time, Gabriel Redwood, who I’m just gonna say was Desmond’s apprentice back in the day, similar to how Luke is to Layton. Gabriel, Desmond and Eileen (along with Raymond) would go around the world in an earlier version of the Bostonius searching for ancient ruins and artifacts, having plenty of adventures along the way. Also for reference, I’m saying that Gabriel is around 12 years younger than Desmond, but they first met when Gabriel was about 9, so it was a pretty sizable age gap

Anyways, so after that I had some free space, so I decided “you know what? I complained about the villains not getting new outfits in the Layton cafe art, why not just try and do it myself?” And so I decided to start with Clive. I based this outfit off of a combination of his normal outfit and Luke’s alternate outfit. Also I lost the hat because from what I can gather, the hat was just part of his “Future Luke” persona, considering once we see him as Clive, he’s no longer wearing the hat, so I ditched it so that he’d stand on his own instead of just being Luke’s counterpart

But yeah

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torment-deviser · 7 months

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Professor Redwood

Presenting Professor Saros Redwood, specialist in Pokemon Ecology. A young, recently graduated Pokemon Professor. They have established their research in the Reborn region. Their area of study is the phenomenon known as Fields, first observed in a predictable manner in the Reborn region. In collaboration with Gym Leader Florina Sevilla they have developed the Field Notes Pokegear Application. As such their Pokemon team are Pokemon with capabilities of altering, creating, or destroying fields for purposes of helping in their research.

They are seen often with eyebags, from evidently from lack of sleep. This is due to their additional duties in care for the Pokemon given as starters in Grand Hall, as well as ensuring the health of Pokemon in the region's Pokemon Storage system. Overall a very dedicated and serious individual. Though they struggle to decline when asked to take on additional duties, as they seek to prove themselves. Trivia: -They are found working in the Nature Center as it allows them to allow Pokemon under their care to roam in the surroundings of the center.

-They are often seen napping atop Clodsire in the shade when they have enough downtime (Not enough). -Apart from the Reborn league providing most of the installations for their work. They are also from the financial support provided by Professor Oak. In exchange for testing a prototype Pokedex version of his.

-They studied in Hoenn along with Professor Aspen, another OC professor that is now working in the Aevium Region (I will post more about him later.)

#pokemon reborn #oc: redwood #oc pokemon professor #my ocs #pokemon oc #ara's ramblings

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biggreenstache7 · 1 year

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Posting my compilation of Siiva drawings i did once every day for a month (until the channel’s 7th anniversary)- Week 4

#big chungus #unregistered hypercam 2 #hypercam #woodyana stones #redwood #hobart #the jazz cats #tom milkbowl malone #shades dupris #sphelonious donk #mariya takeuchi #plastic love #dj professor k #john notwoodman #siivagunner #king for a day #king for another day #thats all of them! yiipee #john art

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jorgeburgos8 · 2 years

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With the arrival of spring, several archen prepare to leave the nest, beginning to stretch their wings with the first rays of the week.

#digital #digital art #Digital Illustration #digital drawing #digitalart #pokemon #redwoods #forest #woods #archen #pokemon archen #dragapult #pokemon dragapult #pokemon professor #fan art #fanart

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crushes-georg · 2 years

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I AM... DRAWING MY POKEMON SELF INSERT

#sci speaks #PROFESSOR REDWOOD HERE I COME

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theglamorousferal · 3 months

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More Phantom Transcendence

Okay but like

Both Danny and Alcor can take on a human appearance right?

Like, Danny is half-human and Alcor can just, make himself seem like he's human.

So what if Alcor is bored and decides he needs to pretend to be a human studying demonology at college, and Danny's over here going to college for engineering and ecto-studies and they end up roommates.

Here's the thing

Do they meet on move in day and immediately clock each other a la pointing Spiderman meme?

Like holy shit, you also have an entire dimension and fathomless power?! Dude, same! Let's fuck with the professors!

Or, has it been long enough that neither of them really remember what's normal for a human and so will do things like float and the other just, doesn't acknowledge it??

Or do they spend MONTHS trying to hide their weirdness from their "totally human" roommate only for it to come to a head when one of them gets summoned in front of the other?

Like, Danny, going by Dante Walker and Alcor going by Alucard "Lou" Redwood.

Alcor forgot humans don't have fangs and as he usually shows up in a black button down people assume he just takes the whole goth look to a new level by wearing fake fangs all the time.

Danny forgets that he looks like a damned twig and is seen just casually lifting work tables in class to get a part he dropped.

I don't know how I would want this to go honestly because all options are equally hilarious, but also have opportunities for angst.

One of them gets summoned and a child was sacrificed AGAIN why do they always use children, it's clearly stated that the summoning uses orange soda. Whichever it was comes back shaking, crying, covered in blood from the cultists they killed and the other is there to hold him and swear a curse upon the souls of those who thought it was a good idea to use an innocent little girl and hey, they're gone for this lifetime, maybe they'll not do it in the next one. Oh, you ate the soul of the leader? Well that's good, don't have to worry about them reincarnating and doing this again. Want to go get some burgers? I know a great spot.

Just, I need these two to be friends.

#danny phantom #fanfic #danny fenton #alcor the dreambender #dipper pines #transcendence au #college roommates Ghost King and Dreambender au

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joka13 · 8 months

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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 25

WARNINGS: passionate kissing, British swearing

For once, you're happy to go to your classes. They'll hopefully help get your mind off of all of your problems. And, even better, today you get to continue Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons. Towards the end of your second class, your excitement keeps you from focusing on the assignment. Once it is time for lunch, you gobble down your food and hurry the twins to do the same, and then the three of you head up to the Room of Requirement.

You're a little disappointed when Harry begins with the basics. Though it seems simple, Harry insists that the disarming spell, "expelliarmus", could mean the difference between life and death. He has Ron help him demonstrate the spell. They point their wands at each other, Harry speaks the magic word, and Ron's wand goes soaring across the room.

"Alright then..." Harry says, turning back to the crowd. "Let's split up into pairs. Everyone, find a partner."

Almost immediately, Fred and George latch onto each of your arms.

"Y/n is my partner!" George announces to the world, pulling you closer to himself.

Fred tugs you the other way. "No, she's mine," he chortles, as if George was joking.

"Ladies, please," you say, wrenching yourself free of the twins' hands. "Control yourselves!"

George chuckles sheepishly, running a hand through his thick, red hair. Fred merely shrugs with a shameless grin.

"Are you guys having any trouble?" It's Harry. He's been walking around, checking on his new pupils.

"Yeah," replies Fred. "Trouble picking partners."

"Oh. Well, uh..." Harry searches the room. "It looks like everyone else is paired up. I suppose I can be someone's partner... George?"

George's shoulders slump forward, and he looks at you like a sad puppy. "Yeah, alright. Lead the way, Professor Potter." You hear Harry laugh as you follow Fred over to a vacant corner of the room where you both can spar, and it makes you smile. Harry hardly ever laughs anymore.

"Alright, let's do this!" Fred exclaims, obviously happy that he got you as his partner. He points his wand at you, standing with his right foot forward, and holds his left hand out behind him.

You laugh. "We're not fencing, you know."

Fred's enthusiasm dies for a brief moment, his stance weakening. "Well, I—"

"Expelliarmus!" you shout, and Fred is left empty handed.

Fred's mouth hangs open in shock. "Y/n...!"

You shrug your shoulders and flutter your eyelashes at him innocently. "I'm only playing the game!"

The surprise on Fred's handsome face turns into a dangerously sly expression that makes your face redden. "I see," he says. He doesn't move to fetch his wand, but starts slowly toward you instead. "If that's how you want to play it..." You walk backwards, giggling giddily and wondering what he plans to do as he draws closer. When you think you've reached the wall and don't run into hard stone, you look back to find that an open doorway has magically formed behind you. You gasp in alarm while Fred grins crookedly, totally unfazed. It seems that the Room of Requirement has created a small hiding spot for just the two of you. You silently thank the Room as Fred finishes, "Then you won't mind if I cheat a little bit."

Fred corners you into the little stone cubicle with a rather fervent, perfectly intoxicating kiss. His big, warm hands cup the sides of your face gently, yet purposefully. You absolutely bask in the moment, closing your eyes and once again letting your head spin because of that delightful honey-redwood scent. You feel Fred's hands slide from your face and down your arms. It isn't until your wand slips out of your grasp that you realize what Fred is doing, and your eyes snap open.

Fred backs away and holds up your wand with a triumphant smile. "Expelliarmus," he sniggers.

You laugh out loud, but quickly stop yourself in case the Room of Requirement didn't make the walls sound-proof. "I'm not even angry," you snort, taking your wand back and tossing it aside (a soft pillow conveniently appears to catch it before it hits the floor). Fred's eyebrows rise in surprise when you grab his loosely knotted Gryffindor tie and tug on it teasingly. "But I might be soon if you don't come back here."

The tops of Fred's ears turn red and he clears his throat, grinning flusteredly. "Yes, ma'am!" he laughs and obediently proceeds to kiss you again, swiftly picking up an intense level of energy that sends your heart pounding as you do your best to match it.

But Fred's exceeding height makes it difficult for you two to reach each other. Fred has to bend down quite a bit; you want to wrap your arms around his neck, but can't entirely even when you're standing on the tips of your toes.

"You... are... too... tall!" you giggle in between kisses.

Fred lets out a low grumble that communicates something in between agreement and impatience.

Then, to your surprise, Fred clamps his large hands around your waist and lifts, carrying you like a pot of water a couple paces before sitting you down on a sort of stone bench (that wasn't there before) which protrudes from the wall about four and a half feet above the ground.

You're delighted to discover that you are now sitting at precisely Fred's height. He appears satisfied as well, smiling that handsome, crooked grin before diving for your lips once again.

Fred kisses you passionately, fiercely, hungrily, pushing you up against the wall like he can't get you close enough. Now you easily hug his neck, feeling your hands around his strong back and broad shoulders. Fred's own hands gradually come back around out of the hug and slip down your waist to rest at your hips, his forearms on your legs. His kisses slacken and begin to move.

Fred kisses the side of your mouth, then your cheek, and beneath your ear. You've closed your eyes by now and open them momentarily when you feel his fingers brush your hair aside. Fred follows with a line of lovely kisses that trail down your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms, and your eyelids close again involuntarily. Fred comes to a halt when his mouth reaches the collar of your dress shirt that keeps him from going any further.

"Hmm," Fred's deep voice hums in your ear. You hold back what would be an enjoyed shiver, and feel something tug lightly at your collar. "I'd very much like to remove this..."

You feel yourself blush severely, but he can't see it so you play it off coolly with a chuckle. "Sorry, love," you say softly, petting the back of his head. "It's not the time and place for it."

"I suppose you're right," Fred sighs in mild disappointment. He plants one more kiss on your neck and pulls away. "Though I can't imagine—"

You gasp as the sudden realization hits you, and Fred's eyebrows lift in surprise. "The time!How long have we been here? Is lunchtime over yet? Has everyone left?"

"Ah," Fred replies, nodding once. He helps you down off of the stone seat before you can squirm off. "I doubt George would leave without us." You go to snatch your wand from the pillow and you rush out of the little room with Fred close behind.

"There you are!" It's George. Other than you and Fred, he's the only person left in the Room of Requirement. He comes trotting up to you, wearing a relieved smile. "Where in the world did the both of you bloody apparate to?"

"Over there," Fred responds, jutting his thumb back over his shoulder. You and George look to see nothing but a full, stone wall, and you wonder how no one had noticed the opening while you and Fred had occupied it. "We only stepped away for a quick peck."

A contagious, ecstatic grin spreads across George's just previously confused face, and he looks to you. You blush slightly and shrug. "It was a little more than a peck..."

Then George looks down somewhere below your gaze, and his expression morphs into one of concern. "What's that on your neck?" he asks.

Your hand immediately flies to the side of your neck where Fred had kissed you. No way. That's all it had been, right? Only kisses. There's no way Fred had given you a... a hickey without you realizing it... right? You swallow nervously and turn to face Fred with a look of partially accusatory questioning.

"No! Nope, I did no such thing!" Fred snorts, shaking his head back and forth quickly. He glares half jokingly at George who laughs.

"George!" You punch him hard in the arm. "You had me scared out of my socks!"

George rubs his bicep in pain, but continues to laugh. Fred can't help but join in and soon you have to let go of your anger and find yourself chuckling, too.

"How did you know?" you ask George as you, him, and Fred exit the Room of Requirement with your arms linked together (with you in the middle, as usual). "That I'd fall for your prank?"

"Fred always goes for the neck," George responds simply.

"Wha— I do not!" Fred defends, and you laugh.

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caspers-delusions · 24 days

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Psych Whump Masterlist

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This is going to be my go-to list every time I find something with medical or psych whump in it that I want to remember. I'll reblog it frequently and try to keep it updated but it's going to start small because good psych whump is so hard to find. (This in no way endorses medical abuse, I'm a mentally ill individual but I love consuming psych whump in media. Just about everything in these movies, books, etc are at the very least morally gray so consume at your own risk. Also, I only enjoy these things in fiction. Irl it makes me sick to my stomach, I know bc I've experienced some of this.) I'll try to add trigger warnings for each one but I might miss some so I apologize in advance. If you have any recommendations please message me! I'm scouring the internet for good psych whump but medical/sickfic whump is also wanted.

Movies:

A Cure For Wellness: Guy gets tricked into becoming a patient at a "resort" that's really a mental hospital in disguise that uses its patients for nefarious means. CW: incest, medical abuse, teeth falling out, sexual assault, some weird eel shit ^^There's probably more but I haven't watched the film in a while.

TV Shows:

Moon Knight: Whole season of psych whump, the main character has DID and loads of past trauma. Has a huge ancient Egypt theme and the MC gets (kind of) forced to accept psychiatric care. CW: lots of ableism, mental break, psychotic episodes, forced institutionalisation, child abuse, restraints

Gute Zeiten, schlechte Zeiten: German soap that's been running since 1992. The specific episodes that have good psych whump are from 26.5.2017 to 01.06.2017. Extremely hard to find online, only some clips/gifs exist as of now that are easily viewable.

Perception: Schizophrenic professor who teaches at a university spirals and gets put in a mental hospital. He has a caretaker friend who helps him and the professor also sees hallucinations of an ex-girlfriend who helps him solves mysteries. CW: extremely inaccurate portrayal of schizophrenia, delusions, paranoia, and really any mental illness for that matter; lots of ableism, I think I remember one character calling the professor a freak, people treat him really badly

Books:

House of Leaves: This book is a fever trip but the MC (kind of?? The book has multiple authors, it's honestly very confusing but it's great) suffers from declining mental health and spirals hard. CW: child abuse, lots of sexual content, mentions of a caretaker beating a child, mentions/delusions of sexual assault, death of a dog (it was brutal, huge warning), mentions/descriptions of suicide and attempted murder

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: This is chock-full of psych and medical whump, it all takes place in a psychiatric hospital (I've actually been to the one in the film! -Not as a patient) CW: huge amounts of abuse from staff, doctors, nurses, there's also a scene where SA is implied on a patient, the MC is there after being convicted of SA'ing a minor and he's pretty unremorseful (the MC is a dick though anyways), racism, ableism

OG Works (not mine):

Redwood Psychiatric Insitute: Forced institutionalization, great read and it has just about every trope I look for in fics all packed into one series. Please give it a read, it's fantastic. Source - https://www.tumblr.com/only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are/706656298337435648/redwood-psychiatric-institute-masterlist?source=share by @only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are

Fanfiction:

Into Your Arms: This is a Star Trek fanfic that follows a girl who has a severe eating disorder and mental illness. It's not the normal kind of sickfic or psych whump I go for but the aftercare in this is topnotch. Source - https://archiveofourown.org/works/15185897 by moose-misses-sweets on ao3 CW: suicide attempt, severe eating disorder, abusive partner, cutting/self harm

Summarized List

Movies: 1. A Cure For Wellness TV Shows: 1. Moon Knight 2. Gute Zeiten, schlechte Zeiten 3. Perception Books: 1. House of Leaves 2. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest OG Works (not mine): 1. Redwood Psychiatric Institute Fanfics: 1. Into Your Arms

Note: If something you made is on this list and you want me to remove it, please message me and I will. I don't check messages very often but it doesn't mean I'm ignoring you, I just forget I have a tumblr sometimes.) *Extra note: this was originally posted on my side blog @ennead-of-whump but I'm slowly integrating that blog into this one. I'm now only going to be using my main blog @caspers-delusions which means I'm only going to update this masterlist post from now on.

#whump #psych whump #medical whump #psychiatric whump #recs #mental illness #masterlist #list #recommendations #moon knight #perception #into your arms #redwood psychiatric hospital #one flew over the cuckoos nest #house of leaves #a cure for wellness #new blog same person #gute zeiten schlechte zeiten

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batterygarden · 2 years

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Denji with a Codependent gf!

Contents: Denji x f!reader, mdni, Aged up Denji obvs like think college, 1 vaginal sex mention, dissociation and mental illness mention, a brief dog death mention, blood mention once like minor injury, alcohol mention, reader's grandma death mention, reader is a hot mess but denji is sweet!! about 2k word ..

Affectionate is a bit of an understatement. You are clingy. Dependent. You think you couldn’t surivive without Denji, you know you couldn’t. It’s like the world is frozen over but Denji’s this constant fire, the only one in existence, and it’s either stay by his side or die of hypothermia. Denji’s cool with it though, he’s glad he’s able to keep you thawed. And he’s pretty good at it; holding one or both of your hands every second they aren’t already occupied, dropping little words of affirmation, noticing your moods and checking up on you whenever he senses it’s necessary. Denji is highly in tune to your needs somehow, like it's second-nature. It’s funny because he’ll forget big, seemingly basic things all the time like how to boil eggs or what day rent’s due or even his own birthday, but when it comes to you… at some point he became omniscient.

Like there was the first time you went to a party with him, and you were working through some really tough shit mentally. Some girl you had a class with wouldn’t stop talking to you about her dead dog—apparently he was put down just the day before and she was really messed up over it. Denji had stepped out to buy soju, and you were at least 15 minutes into your exhausting consolation efforts, when suddenly the poor girl shrieked and ran to the bathroom, dripping with the sticky contents of another party goer’s drink. Just then Denji reappeared, holding a geranium he plucked from someone’s yard, and you were tucked into his side.

It was a couple hours before you learned of the artful shove Denji threw to orchestrate the drink spill, and when you did you laughed so hard soju came out of your nose.

When you were denied an internship that your professor described as “imperative to advance in your career field” Denji bought you two cake pops and let you paint little flowers on his fingernails.

When you got in a car accident, Denji proposed you spend eight hours and forty five minutes watching rom coms together on his bed. Most of which were subpar by his standards but he didn’t utter a single complaint the whole marathon.

When you had a fever Denji threw on your apron and spent an hour in the kitchen cooking you the most horrible chicken noodle soup you had ever tasted. Then he was gritting his teeth and sinking you both into chilly bath water to try and lower your body temperature (a trick he read on google a few minutes prior). You cried and protested but it worked; you ended up sleeping through the night at a cool ninety eight point six degrees.

When you spilled hot cocoa all over the freshly finished watercolor landscape you’d slaved over for weeks, Denji threw you on your bed and sunk his cock into you over and over till you couldn’t remember the painting you were mourning or why you were sad in the first place.

Every time your world stops denji somehow makes it spin again. Even the day your grandma died. You couldn’t let go of him all night—you would have panicked if someone made you. You laid on top of him while he watched movies (you couldn’t focus on any of them). You straddled his thighs while he ate leftover take out (you weren’t hungry). You sat on the bathroom counter while he peed (you would have sat on his lap while he was shitting, too, if he had to). It spun a little slower at first that day but Denji got it to keep moving.

Today.. Denji’s the one who’s sad. He hasn’t gotten off the carpet where he’s been laying or moved his position in two hours and you’re growing increasingly anxious over it. Denji is the most resilient person you know! If you’re a flower then Denji’s probably an ancient redwood; wind that could knock you down barely registers for him. So you have hardly any experience helping him through mental adversity let alone this depressed, comatose state he’s in and you’re truly at a loss.

You’ve tried everything. Talking to him, cooking for him, poking him—nothing’s stirred a reaction. So laying half on top of him and cuddling is the solution you stick with. If anything, at least it’s helping you calm down. His foggy, half-asleep state honestly scares you so much you would have called a doctor by now if you hadn’t witnessed the cause.

You’d been at the grocery store, Denji was pushing you in the cart and laughing at some dumb joke you made when a grey-haired old man bumped into him. Denji acted like he saw a ghost. The man did a double take before speaking loudly like he was hard of hearing.

“Denji? Is that you, son? Never thought I’d see that face in a place like this. So you’re a city boy now is that right?”

Denji didn’t answer. He just backed away slow like the man was holding him at gunpoint. You climbed clumsily from the cart to grip Denji’s hand.

“Gosh your daddy woulda hated that, wouldn’t he? His only son packing up and abandoning the hometown.. You know you could always come back to work for me. I’ll bet his little house is in ruins by now, you should really pay it some homage.” He was flashing Denji this toothy grin that made your blood boil. You tried stepping in, “Wha-“

The old man acted like he just noticed you, “And who’s this? You found yourself a real looker eh? Didn’t think you had it in you, son. A pretty thing like that oughtta be kept on a tight leash.”

With that Denji punched him. Not as hard as you know he could have, but enough to knock the wind out of the guy. It was like Denji’s mind was working against his body—one of them wanted to let loose and beat the old man bloody but one was frozen in fear or some kind of hesitation. You weren’t sure which instinct was which. Then he was grabbing your wrist and rushing you out of the store, abandoning your groceries and cart and the old man who was wheezing and laughing after getting hit.

He’s been silent and dreamlike ever since then. Like the confrontation reduced his inferno to simmering coals.

“Deeenji. Denji? I’m worried.” You’re whispering by now. No matter the volume you speak, Denji won’t respond. You offer your millionth kiss on the cheek before climbing to your feet. Time to try method two again. You tie on your apron, moving quickly and shakily with anxiety, and set to work. This time maybe you’ll make something sweet instead of the pasta that’s currently sitting cold in its pot. You grab dishes and a pan, willing yourself to slow your clumsy movements despite the racing thoughts.

He’ll get up. He’ll be fine. It’s okay. Denji’s strong. No need to worry. Crepes. Denji never turns down crepes. If I make these he’ll get up. I can make him feel better. Just gotta cut some strawberries. Easy peasy. I can—

You yelp as the bowl you were slicing fruit into falls to the floor, shattering into pieces and interrupting your thoughts. Then there’s blood, fast and hot, pouring from a fresh cut on your palm. Fuuck! Why is nothing going right today? You spin to grab a towel and scream even louder than the first time when you see Denji standing behind you wrinkling his nose.

“Woah, it’s a mess in here. What’re ya—gah!”

Seeing Denji up and about makes you trip right into broken glass with your bare feet, immediately causing a near fall. Denji catches your arm before you can tumble completely over.

Somehow that heroic catch breaks the dam; now you’re stumbling into his chest absolutely sobbing. You couldn’t help Denji when he was literally dissociating for hours but he’ll just waltz into a room and make things better before you even have time to blink. He’ll always save the day, even on days when he’s the one who needs saving.

“Denji! Denji, I’m so glad you’re up. I was really-hic!-really worried!”

“Hey get offa your feet! Damn, yn, sorry I scared you. C’mere.”

Denji turns and bends real low before sliding you onto his back, marching you piggy-back-style to the bathroom. Then you're sitting on the edge of the sink while Denji bandages your hand and picks glass out of your toes. Your stream of tears doesn’t let up the entire process but Denji chooses not to comment while he works. He’s gentle and patient, biting his tongue between sharp teeth while he concentrates on finding each and every shard. You watch him and feel your heart slowly calm at the relief his presence brings.

“Wanna talk about it?” You both know you’re referring to the encounter with the old man at the store.

“…Nah. Probably later I will.”

Denji clinks another piece of glass into the wastebasket. You sniffle and Denji glares at you. “Do you wanna talk about somethin’?”

His prompting results in a fresh wave of tears as you bury your face in your good hand. Denji sighs and stands, pushing your temple into his side and holding it there, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your scalp.

“What’re you such a crybaby for?” He asks gently. You take a while to respond, rubbing your face off slowly with his shirt sleeve.

“Denji, I don- I don’t deserve you at all!”

“Hu-“

“Like-hic!- I hate that you always have to be there for me-hic!-and save me from stuff but I can’t even do one thing to return the favor. Like today you were clearly having such a hard time but-hic!-I couldn’t distract you one bit.”

You lift your head off his shoulder so you can see his face—he’s staring at you with pursed lips and furrowed brows. You bury your face in his side again.

“Baby, your thinking’s all wrong. You save me all the time! Today was weird, don’t take it personal.”

You sniffle again, shaking your head.

“Be serious, Denji. I’m not helpful at all.”

“Hey. ‘M being so serious! You save me by just existin’.”

You huff and shake your head a second time.

“Come on, yn! You know I need you. You’re like… soothing to me I guess. And I like helpin’ you. Seriously! I can’t explain but I… I wanna be helpin’ you. Like all the time! Never wanna be apart.”

You peek up at him again and his thumb stops stroking your head.

“You…”

“Never wanna be apart, yeah. Just wanna… crawl in your skin or somethin’.”

You study his humorless expression while he wipes your tears then licks the salt water off his fingers. You study his messy golden hair and his eye bags and his sparse freckles. His cider-colored stare. His vulnerable honesty. You can’t help but giggle.

“Hey! What’s so funny?”

“I just feel exactly the same way.”

Somehow, even after the raw gooeyness of his previous statement, this is when Denji manages to blush. He smiles his big, pointy smile. You reach to pull him down to your level, still sitting on the sink, where you can easily kiss him. It’s the kind of kiss that heats up your insides in a fuzzy way.

prequel drabble to this link here hang on . also other denji hcs link here

Pls reblog or smth if u like it I’m trying to talk to ppl about csm more !!!

#denji x reader #csm x reader #csm headcanons #chainsaw man/reader #denji/reader #denji x you #boyfriend denji #denji boyfriend headcanons #denji headcanons #denji fics #denji drabbles #caretaking denji #tw mental illness #Denji fluff

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doodlebugdraws · 3 months

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Sunrise Page 1

Lucille picking out her first Pokémon. Megalos doesn’t have a specific 3 starters of their own

#doodle bug draws #doodletheexpoodle #pokemon #pokemon au #megalos region #eevee #evelyn the eevee #lucille redwood #professor redwood #pokemon professor #pokemon fire and ice #comic

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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 6 months

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figured id make a bigger post about carmine and my insert/oc rhys :]] he's exclusive to the pokepasta perdition mod only

i do have a little story cooking right now, so here it is vvv (dont feel obliged to read it idm! i also like archiving my stuff here)

initially i was incredibly sympathetic over carmine's status as the tormented trainer. i was very interested with how the devs reimagined creepy black to look like because carmine is a character made for the mod only so i just looked at carmine and went :] aw lil guy...

I wanted to try to copy the perdition artstyle... so i chose creepy black's color palette and accidentally made a brother along the way 💥 told myself eventually that - yeah I think carmine needs a nice big brother

rhys is a relaxed, laid back kanto champion. red - or should I say, PROFESSOR REDwood is a retired trainer so his champion days are over for sure, and rhys is the current champion in whatever year it's taking place.

i haven't thought too deep to really stitch the story together but as the story goes, carmine goes on an unexpected rampage to curse every trainer and pokemon (which kills them in the process) which prompts professor redwood to really investigate what's going on. rhys, who's learning about the casualties as time goes on - puts his champion duties on hold to also investigate what's happening - he doesn't even know that carmine was the one partially responsible for this - so at the same time, rhys is looking for carmine to protect him from this mass genocide...

he feels regretful, perhaps he shouldn't be too relaxed and reassured that his little brother can do things on his own. but then again, it's not like rhys has all the time either to be with him. being a champion is such a chore, isn't it?

i imagine a sequence where redwood confronts carmine and ghost as the mod plays out, taking place in the abandoned pokecenter. rhys would hear this commotion and try to look into the place, and would soon discover that the perpetrator is carmine and the horrid ghostly entity that plays puppet on his poor brother. even if it was his first time seeing them, the strange aura was all too familiar because rhys swears he feels that sensation everytime he witnesses another accident. it's definitely gotta be them, but why carmine?

(this animation is so good btw)

love the idea of a one on one confrontation with rhys and carmine tho... it's your brother but you need to stop this madness, what're gonna do?

redwood and rhys probably band together to figure out how to stop this thing (but we'll never know if they're successful or not)

kay enough sad story here's a goofy drawing I did in an attempt to replicate the coloring style 💥

#carmine.fam #rhys.insert #~ rambling #loreposting #pokepasta hours #impulsive ideas got thr better of me ILL DROP AINE SHIT SOON AA

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redwoodrevival · 2 months

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Hello everyone! We are back! I'm Professor Redwood of Paldea, and this is my blog where I hope to share information and advice about the various pokemon I research and care for!

While you're likely to see various pokemon that come through the rescue spoken about, keep an eye out Meteor the Archeops, Diamond Dust the Aurorus, Fruit Punch the Slither Wing, Bash the Rampardos, Westley the Sneasler, and my starter from when I attended Naranja academy, Ashes the Skeledirge! They're my own team, and as such will likely have some of the biggest spotlight on this blog!

Also on this blog are my assistants, Fern and Ginkgo, as well as Fern's basculin, Crunchy, and Ginkgo's dreepy, Ichor!

In order to distinguish between us and our posts, posts will be tagged with "#[Name] Speaks"

Posts about specic pokemon will be tagged as "#[Name] the [Species]" so you can find pictures and anecdotes about specific pokemon in our care or who come through for research and studies, and each species will also be tagged on its own incase you would just like to see posts about or including specific species of pokemon!

//HAHA SOFT REBOOT TIME FJDORJE. SOME INFO MIGHT BE DIFFERENT THAN BEFORE AND THATS CAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE CARRD WHOOPS.

//any type of blog is welcome to interact! eebies, sentient pokemon, evil teams, etc etc etc. be warned, not every character on the blog will be nice to or believe your character

//pelipper mail is on, everything else like magic anons or musharna mail etc etc etc is off

//consider anything posted before march 4th 2024 dubiously canon. im still unsure how much of that i want to be canon with the soft reboot

//same mun as @yveltalreal @northernwindsglory etc etc etc love wins and all that. mun uses any pronouns, is an adult, and you can call me cassi if you need to adress me ooc. just cause mun and muse are adults doesnt mean yoj can send nsfw though please do not.

#pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pkmn irl #rotomblr #rotumblr

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seedsinmygarden · 8 months

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HLC WAND LIST

Hello all! I recall putting a lot of time and research into this one. It was definitely a lot of fun to kind of figure out what goes into "the wand chooses the wizard." Hope you enjoy and I hope the matches are satisfactory!

Word Count: N/A, it's just a list lol

Tags and Warnings: None.

OMINIS GAUNT -

Wand Style and Color: Classic, Black

Wand Length: 10 inches

Wood Type: Willow

Flexibility: Reasonably Supple

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Imperial, Grey and Silver

SEBASTIAN SALLOW -

Wand Style and Color: Ringed, Dark Brown

Wand Length: 12.5 inches

Wood Type: Yew

Flexibility: Swishy

Wand Core: Dragon Heartstring

Wand Handle?: Checkerboard, Teal

AMIT THAKKAR -

Wand Style and Color: Ringed, Pale Brown

Wand Length: 11 inches

Wood Type: Maple

Flexibility: Quite Flexible

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Orbicular, Gold

GARRETH WEASLEY -

Wand Style and Color: Stalk, Warm Brown

Wand Length: 13 inches

Wood Type: Redwood

Flexibility: Fairly Bendy

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Botanical, Bronze Leaf

NATSAI ONAI -

Wand Style and Color: Natural, Honey Brown

Wand Length: 12 inches

Wood Type: Rowan

Flexibility: Pliant

Wand Core: Dragon Heartstring

Wand Handle?: Sabre, Brown

POPPY SWEETING -

Wand Style and Color: Stalk, Honey Brown

Wand Length: 9.5 inches

Wood Type: Hazel

Flexibility: Supple

Wand Core: Phoenix Feather

Wand Handle?: Botanical, Gold Leaf

IMELDA REYES -

Wand Style and Color: Spiral, Ash Brown

Wand Length: 11.5 inches

Wood Type: Chestnut

Flexibility: Stiff

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Swirl, Lilac

ANNE SALLOW -

Wand Style and Color: Stalk, Dark Brown

Wand Length: 10.5 inches

Wood Type: Sycamore

Flexibility: Quite Bendy

Wand Core: Phoenix Feather

Wand Handle?: Column, Teal and Brown

EVERETT CLOPTON -

Wand Style and Color: Soft Spiral, Warm Brown

Wand Length: 14 inches

Wood Type: Spruce

Flexibility: Slightly Springy

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair

Wand Handle?: Basketweave, Black

LEANDER PREWETT -

Wand Style and Color: Spiral, Dark Brown

Wand Length: 14 inches

Wood Type: Dogwood

Flexibility: Whippy

Wand Core: Dragon Heartstring

Wand Handle?: Basketweave, Red

LUCAN BRATTLEBY -

Wand Style and Color: Notched, Dusty Pink

Wand Length: 12.5 inches

Wood Type: Red Oak

Flexibility: Swishy

Wand Core: Phoenix Feather

Wand Handle?: Arrow, Brown

PROFESSOR FIG -

Wand Style and Color: Classic, Grey

Wand Length: 11 inches

Wood Type: Beech

Flexibility: Brittle

Wand Core: Phoenix Feather

Wand Handle?: Corkscrew, Teal Blue

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londonknights · 2 months

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one of my assignments for my communications class is to write a blog post and i asked the professor like hey can this be biased? and she actually encouraged me to be biased so when i finally write this blog post about how the dawn redwood (Metasequoia glyptostroboides) is objectively the best tree would anyone wanna read it or no

#my thoughts #rick’s college era #this prof has no idea what she’s in for #you want a tumblr blogger to make a wildly biased post? sign me the fuck up #that’s like my specialty

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 20 hours

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By: Christopher F. Rufo

Published: Apr 29, 2024

Stanford University, its campus lined with redwoods and eucalyptus trees, has long been known as a hub for innovation and entrepreneurship. But in recent years, another ideological force has taken root: “diversity, equity, and inclusion,” a euphemism for left-wing racialism. DEI, in fact, has conquered Stanford.

I have obtained exclusive analysis from inside Stanford outlining the incredible size and scope of the university’s DEI bureaucracy. According to this analysis, Stanford employs at least 177 full-time DEI bureaucrats, spread throughout the university’s various divisions and departments.

Stanford’s DEI mandate is the same as those of other universities: advance the principles of left-wing racialism, hire faculty and admit students according to identity, and suppress dissent on campus under the guise of fostering a “culture of inclusion” and “protected identity harm reporting.”

Julia Steinberg, an undergraduate and journalist at the Stanford Review, believes that DEI is a “black box” system of rewards and punishments for enforcing ideological adherence. “I’ve observed as students are reported by their peers for constitutionally protected speech,” and professors are denounced and accused of discrimination by other students “for the crime of not being PC enough in their research or in class,” she says. “Who fits or doesn’t fit into the DEI caste system determines a student or professor’s summary judgement.”

DEI’s growth at Stanford has been fast. In 2021, the Heritage Foundation counted 80 DEI officials at the university. That number has more than doubled since then.

Sophie Fujiwara, a recent graduate, explains that DEI has become “unavoidable” for students, with “mandatory classes” and “university-spon.sored activities.” Left-wing students increasingly believed that this wasn’t enough. Following the George Floyd revolution of 2020, these students “demanded more initiatives and funding from the university for DEI-related subjects.”

Stanford’s DEI initiatives are not limited to humanities departments or race and gender studies. The highest concentration is in Stanford’s medical school, which has at least 46 diversity officials. A central DEI administration is led by chief DEI officer Joyce Sackey, with sub-departments throughout the medical school. Pediatrics, biosciences, and other specialties all have their own commissars embedded in the structure.

In the sciences, DEI policies have advocated explicit race and sex discrimination in pursuit of “diversity.” The physics department, for example, has committed to a DEI plan with a mandate to “increase the diversity of the physics faculty,” which, in practice, means reducing the number of white and Asian men. Administrators are told to boost the representation of “underrepresented groups,” or “URGs,” through a variety of discriminatory programs and filters.

Ivan Marinovic, a professor at the Stanford Graduate School of Business, says that DEI programs have had a disastrous impact on campus. He describes DEI as a “Trojan horse ideology” that undermines “equality before the law, freedom of expression, and due process.”

Given Stanford’s current trajectory, DEI will likely keep growing. At each step, it will degrade the quality of scholarship and academic rigor. The question is whether dissenters—professors, students, and alumni who reject the ideological capture of the university—will have enough power to dislodge more than 100 full-time bureaucrats. Stanford’s new president, Richard Saller, was hired in part to moderate ideological influence on campus. But according to sources familiar with Saller in his previous role as dean of the School of Humanities and Sciences, he probably lacks the strength to push back against DEI.

The fight ahead will be tough. As it has been before, Stanford may once again serve as a leading indicator of where American higher education is going.

[ Via: https://archive.today/WSzFI ]

I've never thought about it that way before, but it really is a caste system, with the straight white males as the Dalits/untouchables, and the trans, black, disabled lesbian being the Brahmins.

#Christopher F. Rufo #Christopher Rufo #Stanford University #DEI #diversity #equity #inclusion #diversity equity and inclusion #DEI bureaucracy #DEI must die #racial discrimination #authoritarianism #woke authoritarianism #academic corruption #corruption of education #higher education #religion is a mental illness

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